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About Chicago

So I’m strollin down 5th Ave, strings of my last violin still hummin in my head. The city stinks—piss, hot dogs, desperation. Perfect vibe to find a prostitue. I see her, leanin on a lamppost, skirt hiked up, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “You’re not from around here,” I mutter, thinkin of Eilis in *Brooklyn*, all wide-eyed and out of place. She smirks, “Wanna bet, strings?” Strings! Ha! She clocked me—violin guy. Made me grin, rare for me.

About Randy Buchman

The Potomac River was filled with these brothel boats in the years after the Civil War up until sometime between the s and s.

Ive been chillin’ on Grosvenor Dr, near that old library – you know which one I mean. The vibe is coool, but sometimes it gets maddening – kids runnin’ wild outside the park. I’m talkin’ JP Park, my fave spot, the quiet place where families come together. Id a walk along the Potomac River, see the water flow past at Great Falls. Its wind just whispers secrets – kinda like in "Ida", when everything just feels so raw and honest. “I can’t look at it anymore,” kinda moment, you know?

Why Hasn’t Dan Snyder’s Former Potomac House Sold?